Something else again:

I HAVE SAT IN THE REALM OF
HEAVEN (mind)
all my days (periods of accomplishments)
to catch a crooked day
here and there
manifesting experience after
experience
Dodging sounds
hollow ones (vibrations)
simply by not being there. . . . . . . . .
Recording since the beginning of
illusive time
My childhood in the cave
weighing and watching all the
energies to the point of
acceptance
I AM ACCEPTANCE

I HAVE WAITED LONG IN THE REALM OF
SILENCE (the loudest sound there is)
all my days
to see many faces
in the earth
dust to dust
yesterday’s people all yawning
that
the children know
yet go on slaying them at the
feet of existence
like
tiny fingers on the fence
soft and wrinkled with love
biting
D..I..S..A..P..P..E..A..R??
slowly into my eyes
somewhere
everywhere
there. . . .there and there
I HAVE WAITED LONG TO SEE
PATIENCE
I HAVE UNDERSTOOD
I AM PATIENCE IS

I HAVE HEARD THE MUSIC
THE MUSIC OF TIME
SONG AND DANCE
COSMIC STRIPPED OPINIONATED
SIGHTSEERS
so like the long
wooden poles that lean
tied to the buildings
with rope
upon which they hang their
clothes?
I too can see the sun
it’s glimmering reflecting
SMILE engulf
whole cities
raw
with the fires that
burn right to the crux of you
and yourself (EGO)
and his father
the sun
I have let it paint green birds
on my mind’s eye
I have let it be
I AM the sky
the birds it contains
the ether that supports such
tender. . . knowing. . . . .
wings
ever flowing
ever living
everlasting vibration
of GOD
which sometimes plays in
my stomach
like hungry sharks. . .and
dispels itself into tomorrow’s
chicago rain
or between the fibres of a
hotel mattress
to ascend the sweat of someone
else
I AM is that which encompasses all
this
even to it’s infinite

YUM-YUM
I’m sure are two brothers
that crossed the sea on a beatle’s
back
or by george. . .by ship
by hip. . .by crook. . .or by trade
hoover in the dark
warehouses on the
pier
I AM is the pier
I AM watches the tugs lug
the freight. . .freight
and the oil spoil because it
belonged to ADAM
in the form of an apple
I AM is that apple
and the form
ADAM is dead (or realized)
and Eve slips away
clean
with her precious
conception of me
I AM that conception to her
and looking in the lofty
mirrors of my soul
I AM is her
Eve slipped away into the night alone
dark
solid high circumference
of reflection
as deep as her skin
I AM is her skin
every receiving pore
AMI to be clogged with makeup
and made into stone forever?
IAM the makeup

ALL DAY THE STREETS ARE
CROWDED
car upon car
pilgrims into mirrors
and red rear light thought
patterns
going to brooklyn
crossing the bridge every
day
and never seeing the
crying child
whose trinity floats across
the Bronx
and Queens and long Island
long Island ending
in sea
resolving in fish
IAM is the fish
as only the fisherman know
the spaces in the net
the pain of an entering
hook
the rhythms of a fish on
the shore
his eyes dried from the atmosphere
of this new world
He sees the light
and is eaten
IAM is the devourer
The consuming light
Which is but a mere vibration
SOUNDLESS. . . WEIGHTLESS. . .BREADLESS
THOUGHTLESS. . .FREEDOMLESS. . .
THOUGHTLESS
FREEDOMLESS . . . TIMELESS. . .

INDIANS TO THE RIGHT OF ME
INDIANS TO THE LEFT OF ME
INDIANS INSIDE OF ME
INSIDE OF ME
INSIDE OF ME
WHERE THEY LIVE
SITTING CROSS-LEGGED
IN MY BONES
APPEARING ONLY AT FANTASTIC
MIND WASHINGS
AS INFINITE POSSIBILITIES
CARVING WEIGHTLESS
ARROWS
ALL OF THEM SILENTLY
SIMULTANEOUS
IAM QUIET INDIANS

RICHIE HAVENS.